Uncle Ling

"Who is it?"

Immediately, an old man asked.

Nangong Yu shook his head slowly. "I don't know either. I only know that he wears a set of green robes and his face is yellow, as though he hasn't recovered from a serious illness. He doesn't have any spirit or Dharmic powers and is no different from a mortal."

"He's not a Beiming clansman. He only appeared in Beiming Town around a year ago."

An old man asked puzzledly, "No spirit energy… could he have cultivated the Martial Dao?"

"Impossible,"

Nangong Yu said, "One's body is tempered with the Martial Dao. There's no way they will be as weak as him. Furthermore, even if he cultivated the Martial Dao, he will have to condense an Essence Spirit after forming a core. It's impossible for him not to have Dharmic powers."

"Who cares about him!"